Sun’s ashamed of such she face
She shone it to daze in space
Sun’s eyes covered in disgrace
My she’s face a worthy instance
Her glory, direct reflection of God’s
She knows not this, I do offcourse
Strive for her realization in our discourse
Her pretence like corrected the Pharisees by Jesus
Skin so sumptuously supple
With finesse of fair apple
Open like grave my yawn a sample
My appetite like a child tenacious to nipple
No Gimmicks my lovely she
I say all as I see
You might be for another he
Problem- less appreciate He for me
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